No correction.
No optimism.
Only agreement.
I looked at him.
“How are you not furious?”
“I am.”
“With me?”
“Never.”
“With Elias?”
“Sometimes.”
“The company?”
“Yes.”
“The doctors?”
“When they cannot answer me.”
“Yourself?”
Reid turned toward the windows.
“Most often.”
“Why?”
“I should have replaced the van. I should have been driving that morning. I should have called when the weather worsened.”
“That is ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“None of those things caused the crash.”
“I know.”
“You sound like me.”
“Unfortunately.”
I set the plate down.
“The truck changed your life too.”
“Yes.”
“Do you ever wish I hadn’t survived?”
Reid’s head snapped toward me.
